Something Fierce Book Novels & Stories

They watched the chaotic scene unfold, their bodies trembling with terror. A fierce struggle ensued, a battle between good and evil. Florence, fueled by adrenaline and desperation, fought with a ferocity she never knew she possessed. She dodged his attacks, countered his blows with her claws and just clawed his skin wherever she could, her every move calculated and precise despite being hit.

I will have to be careful since there are wide rogues outside the pack who would or might hurt me. Since I'm the Alpha, I doubt if any of the rogues will be able to defeat me. A lot of thoughts were still running through my mind while I felt the aura from the atmosphere turning into a dreadful one. Those scents weren't from one but much like six of them. A black wolf charged at me at a great speed that I didn't have time to dodge. I flipped through the air with my back dashing hard against a huge oak tree. I whimpered, with my eyes turning from its blue color to golden. The cloth on my body was ripping off while fur start to emanate from my skin.

He lunged, tearing into the nearest enemy, his claws ripping through fur and flesh. ‎I crouched, my heart pounding, the warmth in my chest roaring now, like a storm trapped inside me. I wanted to help, to fight, but I was nothing—just a girl, wolf-less, useless. The book’s words flashed in my mind: *The unawakened will rise.* My hands shook, my breath shallow, as the warmth turned to pain, sharp and searing, like something breaking free. ‎

Her eyes—two suns, one gold, one blue—burned with a fury that was not learned but born. The rogues froze for a split second, hesitation flickering in their feral eyes. And in that heartbeat of pause, she struck. Her jaws crushed the nearest rogue’s spine with terrifying precision. The second barely had time to snarl before she bowled it over, claws raking deep, her power too raw, too fierce to deny. Jake—Griffin—stopped mid-slash, stunned. He had seen strength before. He had seen wolves fight like gods. But this… this was something else.

My demons were eating and scratching at my sanity now, I would either end up snapping her neck in two before I could get the answers from her brazen act or keep my fucking calm and the second option was a death sentence because I could not keep that facade of calm when a viscous magma was awakened and rupturing deep within me in the form of vicious anger that seeped out of my skin and was treacherous enough that I could see the black and fucking red mist that engulfed my eyes. Standing in my gray sweatpants and a black singlet that exposed my Burly built and hugged it tightly, with the appearance of a sinister, viscous, violent God, my jaw ticking, my cock hardening from the intensity of the

She let out a howl of pain as he drew blood. Fierce dared to pounce on her back and grabbed the back of her neck with his teeth. But before he could snatch off the thick hide, the Firewolf intensified her heat. Fierce whimpered and let go, his snout terribly burnt. The smell of singed fur filled the air as he fell to the ground. Fervour's eyes blazed blue and lit up the floor where he stood. He wasn't fighting. He just stood watching the fight between the other wolves and the Firewolf.

Every part of me wanted to run, but I was frozen, trapped in place as if my feet were anchored to the ground. She looked fierce—unbelievably fierce. Her steps were quick, powerful, and her whole body seemed tense with purpose, like she could spring forward any second. The look in her eyes was terrifying: dark, intense, like she could crush me without even thinking twice. The closer she got, the more I could feel this instinctual fear twisting inside me, making it hard to breathe, hard to even think.

My heart thundered in my chest as if it would explode. Branches whipped against my fur, but I barely felt them. My senses were honed to a razor's edge, every part of me attuned to the faint trail Lucianne had left behind. The scent of her pain, the whispers of her presence—it fueled a primal fury within me. I was a feral beast, a relentless hunter whose only mission was to find Lucianne and tear apart the bastard who dared to harm her. Nothing would stop me, not the wild terrain, not the storm, nor the doubts that I was just losing my mind from grief.

Maybe more. “Stay close,” I ordered, setting her on her feet. “I’m not hiding behind you!” Her fire surged brighter, spinning around her like a storm. I couldn’t help it—wolf or man, I admired her. Fierce. Untamed. Mine. The first three soldiers landed. I lunged, claws tearing through armor, blood spilling across stone. Fiona’s fire swallowed the others, flames curling into wings at her back. She looked like a goddess, a creature no one should touch.

Zach’s life, his tiny heartbeat beneath the chaos, was a tether to my resolve. The beast’s fury was relentless, each strike more ferocious than the last. But so was mine. I moved like the wind, a blur of steel and shadow, striking, dodging, weaving a dance of survival and protection. Finally, a well-aimed slash cut deep into its side. The creature shrieked, a sound of both pain and rage, and staggered back, limping, blood matted in its fur.